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Hooker High: Confessions of an Elite Escort

The dimly lit room was filled with an air of anticipation as the clock ticked away the seconds until my client's arrival. My mind raced with a mix of excitement and fear, wondering how this particular encounter would unfold. As I glanced around the room, my eyes lingered on the plush red couch where we would soon be entwined in an intimate dance of pleasure and passion.

Finally, there was a gentle knock at the door, followed by the sound of the lock being undone. The door creaked open, revealing a tall, muscular man with piercing blue eyes. He swept into the room, his confident stride sending shivers down my spine. We exchanged pleasantries before he quickly stripped out of his clothes, revealing an impressive package that only fueled the fire within me.

I couldn't help but stare at his cock as it stood at attention, ready and waiting for the pleasure it would soon provide. It was thick and veiny, with a generous helping of dark pubic hair surrounding its base. I could almost feel the heat radiating from it, a sure sign that he was eager to explore my body.

As he approached me, I noticed how his eyes seemed to devour me whole, taking in every curve and angle of my naked form. My own hands trembled as they reached out to touch him, feeling the hardness and warmth of his manhood beneath my fingertips. He groaned softly, clearly enjoying the sensation as I teased and stroked him, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.

Finally, he could no longer resist the urge to sink himself deeper within me. With a single, swift motion, he pushed himself inside me, causing me to gasp in surprise and pleasure. My pussy instantly clenched around his cock, trying to draw him in even further. His hips began to move rhythmically, driving himself deeper with each thrust.

I could feel his length sliding against my walls, stretching them to their limit as he continued to plunge in and out of me. My own fingers found their way between my legs, rubbing gently at my clit while he fucked me mercilessly. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, but I knew that this encounter was about more than just the physical release it would bring.

As our bodies collided and moved in perfect harmony, I could feel the tension building within me. With each stroke of his cock, my orgasm seemed to grow closer and closer until, finally, I exploded with pleasure. Wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me as I clawed at him, begging for more.

His own climax was not far behind, and he quickly pulled out from within me just in time to release his seed all over my body. As he collapsed onto the couch beside me, panting heavily from our intense encounter, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment wash over me.

We lay there for a moment, catching our breath before we began to disentangle ourselves from one another. As he dressed and prepared to leave, I knew that this was just another notch on my bedpost - another client satisfied, another experience added to the list of confessions I would carry with me forever.